I own nothing but I DID have a bit of fun writing this chapter and from this point on it kind of gets confusing or exciting…I don't know which any way read and review before the phantom comes to me in my dreams ( not that I would MIND
Chapter 9 friends, interrupted
Erik pov
I turned from a fellow teacher, a Mrs. Meade. Who was the dance and regular theater coach. I scanned the lunch tables looking for Kim knowing that if I saw her with another I would get jealous but I searched for her just the same.
Then I spotted her talking to none other than the girl that caught Kim and I in the hallway just two days ago. Just up in a tree I saw Jarrick too. I frowned not knowing what kind of game he was playing with Mon Bel Ange. I excused myself and Mdme. Meade gave me a knowing glance. I passed by several people nodding and telling them what they wanted to know. Finally, I made it outside just as Jarrick dropped down from the tree to talk to Kim. Neither one of them noticed me. It ticked me off to only hear bits and pieces of what they were saying. The one thing I did hear ripped my heart to shreds: "…Kim I love you…" Jarrick had whispered to My Angel of Music. I couldn't stay silent a moment longer. "How cute…" I commented sarcastically. I watched in cold disinterest as Kim whirled around to face me with a hand on her throat. "Erik!" She gasped. While Jarrick came up behind her and continually tried to put his arms around her. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn't give the Boy something to say to the authorities.
Finally, Kim hissed and whirled around yelling, "DANG IT. JARRICK! QUIT IT!" I smiled while Kim straightened her clothes so she could go inside. She stopped when she came to me, though. "When you two are finished discussing whatever it is you two have to discuss then come and find me. But not before you two cool your heads." Then without taking my eyes off of him I nodded my affirmation. To my disgust, I watched Jarrick watch Kim go in the whole time. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me. He sighed and smirked at me sadly. "So, Brother, what have I done to deserve your wrath this time?" He asked tiredly.
